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My Dear Sally: I have not received a letter from you for six weeks, and I have not written one to you in that time. Methinks I hear you say: "Why, have you forgotten me!" No, my dear, I have not. But I will tell you why I have not written for so long: No mail has arrived at, and none has departed from this place for six long weeks. Snow commenced falling about the last days of November, and it continued falling until it was three feet deep; consequently the roads became impassible. Rain immediately followed, which raised the stream to such a highth [sic] that nearly the whole count between this and the Columbia river is overflowed. The snow lay on the ground for three weeks, which has been the cause of a great many cattle and horses starving to death, particularly those belonging [to] the immigration that came in last fall across the plains. All the people who came across the plains into Oregon last fall, are heartily sick of it, and curse the hour they ever started to where there was no winter. It has been raining here constantly for three weeks, and is now "hard at it." The prospect for getting the mails over from the Columbia river is very gloomy at present. I could not keep from writing any longer, so I concluded to commence to-night.

My Dear Sally: I have not received a letter from you for six weeks, and I have not written one to you in that time. Methinks I hear you say: "Why, have you forgotten me!" No, my dear, I have not. But I will tell you why I have not written for so long: No mail has arrived at, and none has departed from this place for six long weeks. Snow commenced falling about the last days of November, and it continued falling until it was three feet deep; consequently the roads became impassible. Rain immediately followed, which raised the stream to such a highth [sic] that nearly the whole count between this and the Columbia river is overflowed. The snow lay on the ground for three weeks, which has been the cause of a great many cattle and horses starving to death, particularly those belonging [to] the immigration that came in last fall across the plains. All the people who came across the plains into Oregon last fall, are heartily sick of it, and curse the hour they ever started to where there was no winter. It has been raining here constantly for three weeks, and is now "hard at it." The prospect for getting the mails over from the Columbia river is very gloomy at present. I could not keep from writing any longer, so I concluded to commence to-night.